What is “old” anyway? And am I really living my best life, or by society’s definition of old? Why do adult responsibilities suddenly make us feel old? Is age truly just a number? While my body may not move as nimbly as it once did, my mind is still just as playful. Instead of embracing aging with grace and acceptance, I’d rather approach it with mischief, curiosity, and imagination. Time is limited, you know? 

And while I may not fulfill childhood dreams of being an astronaut or a firefighter, in my mind, I’m still as silly and curious as I was at 12. So, what is youth, then? It’s not just about age; it’s about how you see and feel things. It’s like the joy of Christmas as a kid… it’s not about the presents, but the feeling, the spirit. We all just want to feel something, don’t we?